Alright, listen up. I’m only going to say this once. It’s way too hot and repeating myself will likely take its toll, I will not cave to your “I beg your pardon” and “come again”… no repeat no surrender. Tomorrow is D-Day, the day we march to the polling stations, dip our fingers in ink…
the blog.
#UGBlogWeek: The Haircut
I got a haircut today. So close to the general elections, it’s easy to think there’s a statement being made, but there really isn’t. I figured I was a tad too hairy for my liking and decided to do something about it. Plus, I really can’t stand it when my moustache tries too hard to…
as if, but not quite
His body lies there, motionless. What blood remains, trickles slowly from the gaping wound, flowing to the corner in which she has sought refuge.She can’t escape him. Even in death. This was supposed to make it all go away. It was the only way. The blood draws nearer. She retches.
An Open Letter To Earnest Bazanye from EK
Dear Earnest, Thank you for your letter. I was touched by you (no homosexual). It is not usual that a person in the newspapers supports a fellow artist, even less usual is when that person in the newspapers is on the internets. I much appreciate you becoming a page in my facebook also. It feels…
Note A Minute Too Soon
Time check: 5pm I’ve been staring at my watch like I expect it to entice me with a strip tease of sorts. The seconds barely moving, outpaced only by my anxiety. I need to leave the office. I glance outside, squinting at the clouds as though to say, “don’t you dare!”. It’s been rainy these…
LUCY | “The Not Really” Review
Lucy, in a nutshell, is a movie about a young woman (portrayed here by Scarlett Johansson with the worst nail polish job captured on the silver screen) going to college somewhere in Asia, who gets suckered in to being a mule by a guy she’s only been dating for a week (it was the first…
Where sleep and I disagree
It’s 11pm. The apostrophe key on my laptop is sentient and figured there’s no real reason it should exert itself on a public holiday. I’m all for breaks, but I don’t really care for using the full form of a word when I can bridge the gap with a bloody punctuation mark.
The One About The Law
He: Do you know why I’m arresting you? She: Kale you’re dry! Am I supposed to do your job? He: Madam, it’s because you are not supposed to move under the influence. She: I’m not driving. Be serious. He: Excuse you please. Even walking is a punishable offense.
A 'taxi-turvy' tale
I appreciate convenience as much as the next guy. Really. For some reason, I think this has factored heavily on my reliance on boda bodas over your regular run of the mill-striped can of sardines that the transport sector now and then tries to pass off as a legit form of transportation.
ridin' dutty
I’m riding a boda boda. Not steering it, just calling the shots from back here, ‘take a left, turn right… But I think that’s where the problem is. Something seems to keep getting lost on translation.